but all that black make up looks weird

Things every Kpop fan has heard before

“Why are there so many of them”
“They look like girls”
“Why do they wear make-up if their boys?”
“Why listen to kpop when you can’t understand it?”
“Why are you listening to Chinese music?”
“What does the K stand for?”
“Why do they look so young?”
“Gangnam style?”
“Why are they wearing school uniforms?”
“I didn’t know Asains rapped!”
“I thought all music was in English”
“Why like someone that can’t even talk the same language as you”
“The nicknames are so weird”

Job AUs

Part 1 | Part 2


  • ‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
  • 'I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
  • ‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
  • ‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU

Hairdresser AU

  • ‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
  • “Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU

Gift store AU

  • 'Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
  • ‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU

Florist AU

  • ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
  • ‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU

Jewellery shop AU

  • 'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
  • ‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU

Coffee Shop AU

  • I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
  • 'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
  • 'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
  • 'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU

Bakery AU

  • 'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
  • 'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU 

Drug Store/Chemist AU

  • 'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU

Bartender AU

  • 'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
  • ‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU

Teacher AU

  • We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
  • 'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU

Writer AU

  • I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU

Fast food Chain AU

  • ‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
  • ‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
  • ‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU

Corner Shop AU

  • ‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
  • ‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU


Restaurant AU

  • ‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
  • ‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU

Idol/Manger AU

  • ‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
  • ‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
  • ‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU 

Firefighter AU

  • ‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
  • No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU

Sex Line Operator AU

  • ‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
  • ‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU

And Finally:

  • You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU

sorry not sorry

anonymous asked:

i like your blog but you post to many black goths. imho they just dont look right.

They look just as beautiful as any white goths and they have the right to express themselves and exist in this space as much as anyone else.

I’ve said this before but I’ll repeat since it needs to be said:

There is no right skin colour to be goth. Period. Goth is a composite of multiple things and appearance is just one fraction of all that. Skin colour, hair colour, make-up style, gender, and whatnot do not define whether you can be goth or not, and no way is the “right” way to have them.

The pale red-lipped and black-haired girl dressed in all black might be the stereotype of a goth but that is a very shallow and one-sided representation of the people in the community. How many of us actually fit into that stereotype? How many of us strive to look like that because if we don’t, we will get told we don’t look right? Goth has since its beginning featured many ethnicities, and there is nothing weird about non-white goths in the subculture. Research information and photos of the English goth scene in the 80s. There are loads of non-white goths absolutely rocking the original look (not to mention creating other forms of gothy art like alternative music). The main reason it “doesn’t look right” to you is because the stereotype is so strong and over-represented in gothic imagery. But we all know stereotypes can be terribly, terribly wrong, which leads to this kind of racism (yes, that’s what this is).

There are many gothic styles I personally don’t like, but it is not my place to tell those people that I don’t think they look good. I wouldn’t want them telling me that, so why would I do that to others? And I’m talking about styles that someone chooses to wear, so can you even imagine hearing it about something you cannot choose like skin colour? I understand that it is your personal preference and your opinion but is it necessary to bring it up when all it will do is discourage people from being a part of a community they feel they belong to? There’s a ton of people outside the subculture whose ignorance can make being a goth difficult, we shouldn’t be doing that to each other within the subculture too.

Some goths are black, some goths are Asian, some goths wear hijabs, some goths keep their natural hair, the list goes on. And they all look gorgeous and have as much right to express themselves in the subculture as white goths. In reality the subculture is extremely diverse but there is so much gate-keeping from goths who think that you need to look like X and listen to Y that we end up only seeing a glimpse of it all. That shouldn’t be, and as corny as it sounds, we should try to create a comfortable, safe community instead of one that shuns people out because they do not fit a stereotype.

The non-white goths aren’t going anywhere from my blog, they belong there as much as any white goth, classic horror heroine or Addams Family member.


Hi y'all, so I’ve been doing make up for years for proms and weddings and engagement photos and such and thought I would offer some tips because I love make up and maybe not everyone knows these! Obvi keep in mind everyone is different and these may not work for you…

- Try Nivea’s Sensitive Post Shave Balm for Men as a primer. A little goes a long way and rub it in until it gets tacky

- There is literally no reason to buy mascara from high end brands and I’m a high end whore. My favorite is the Clump Crusher water resistant

- If you can’t decide between two foundation colors, choose the one that’s lighter. Bronzer can fix that shit quick

- The “buy concealer that is 56 shades too light” trend needs to die. One or two shades is plentyyyyy you don’t wanna look like a reverse raccoon and flash photography only makes it worse

- BAKE your under eyes and if you’re hoeing tbh bake your entire face. Message me if you don’t know what baking is

- Two best foundations I’ve ever used are the Too Faced Born This Way and Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra 24hr

- Stop applying your make up with your hands ladies pls buy a beauty blender and get it damp

- Take the foundation off your lips once you’ve set it bc if you just put lip product over it it’ll bunch up in the corners of your mouth

- Sigma has great brushes and shed less than any of my high end brushes. I’d definitely recommend splurging and getting a full set of them

- Do not base your purchases off of sellout YouTubers that are getting paid to say everything they’re saying

- Buy a setting spray and spray your eyeshadow brush w it before applying shimmery eye shadows and spray your whole face with it when you’re done

- I see girls on here all the time saying not to wear falsies which I think is absolutely insane but my falsies advice is start with individuals and work up to strips. That’s what I did

- Exfoliate your face and use the Biore black head strips on your nose for smoother make up application

- Don’t leave your lower lash line bare. I see this so much and it’s super weird looking. Do a little eyeshadow and mascara at the least to complete the whole look

- Avoid matte lipstick/liquid lips unless you’re sure your lips are smooth hydrated and snatched otherwise they will look like a butthole in 15 minutes

- W/ eyebrows and make up: less is more girl. ESPECIALLY from a man’s perspective

- If you’re going to put a base shadow down before doing your eyeshadow look (which I’d recommend), avoid putting it anywhere you’ll put shimmer and instead fill that space with a cream eyeshadow or more primer to make that shimmer popppp
- Wash your beauty blender every time you use it or it will grow mold I promise

- Buxom’s lip glosses are the absolute best. They are so high quality, smell good, last FOREVER, and tingle on your lips like mint

- Clean your make up brushes as often as you can (I wish I did more than I do) not only because it’s hygienic but because they will apply SO MUCH BETTER

- If your eyebrows are always rubbing off, invest in a waterproofing liquid to put over them. NYX has a cheap one that really works

- Make sure to go over the line of your falsies with black eyeliner to hide the glue. I don’t care if the glue is “clear” or “black” it’s visible

- If you can’t find a contour color that’s cool toned enough try an eyeshadow!

- Put tons of highlight on your cupid’s bow it’s so cute in my opinion and always gets lots of compliments

- TAKE YOUR MAKE UP OFF EVERY NIGHT. DO NOT SAVE YOUR MAKE UP FOR THE NEXT DAY. Some girls will fight me on this but imo no make up is cuter than gross make up and it’s so bad for your skin

- If your eyes are always watering your shit off get some anti-allergy or anti-dryness (whichever you think you have) eye drops

- You can exfoliate your lips before lipstick application easily with honey and sugar. Do this before putting on foundation and such. If you’re a bougie bitch you can buy scrubs from places like Lush

- I’m convinced that Burts Bees is the only chapstick I’ve ever used that didn’t make me end up needing chapstick more than I did in the first place

- If you don’t have time to wash off your make up then just use a make up wipe! The Kirkland brand ones are my all time faves because they don’t sting my eyes or leave a residue on my face

- Stop over washing your face. It makes it produce more oil to compensate and it could be why you have acne

- You don’t need to pay to get your brows waxed/threaded if you just pluck the spare 2 or 3 brows that grow out of place each day. You’ll keep your shape, save money, and your brows will always look good

- If you don’t use eyeshadow primer please buy some and watch your entire eyeshadow collection transform. If you can’t afford it but have concealer that’s second best and still works well

I could go on forever and might make a part two but I’m tired now. Probably going to make a make up favorites list by product category soon!

Message me with any make up questions ever because I love blabbing about it! Spread the luv and happy face beating!! 💄

|| God, I adored this girl || Liam Dunbar Imagine

{ Requested: Hey darling!! Can I request a liam imagine where the reader is bffs with him and you tell the story from when they were young to now. Then liam is like totally falling for reader when they hit puberty and then the reader is like totally oblivious cause they’re like best friends and everything. You can choose the end but can I ask to make it like HELLA FLUFFY! Yea. Thanks so much!! (Sorry if confusing😅) }

“Liam, stop!“I yelled as Liam threw a punch at Manny’s face.
"I’m the one who’s supposed to fight him, not you!"I yelled.
”(Y/N), you can’t get in the middle of this!“Mason yelled as he held me back.
Out of nowhere Hayden Romero stepped in between them, causing Liam to accidentally swing his fist at her. Everyone gasped as Hayden fell back, holding her nose.
"Oh god."Mason muttered.
"Liam hit a girl!"Someone from the crowd yelled.
"I’m so sorry Hayden-"Liam tried saying before she lunged at Liam.
I shoved Mason off of me and pried her off of Liam as Liam’s nose began to bleed just like Hayden’s.
"If you can’t take a hit, don’t get in the way!"I yelled as I busted up Hayden’s lip.
Hayden swung at my cheek, making me wince as I swung at her eye. Suddenly teachers ran over and pried me off of Hayden. Liam, Hayden, Manny, and I were escorted to the principals office.
"You idiot, you were supposed to let me handle it. Now you got yourself in trouble too."I muttered.
"There’s no way I would let you fight him all on your own."I said, making her smile softly.
"I hit Hayden and she hit me, why’d you hit her?"I asked.
"I won’t let anyone hurt my best friend.”
(Liam’s P.O.V)
“Thanks (Y/N)."I said, my voice cracking as it dropped.
(Y/N) let out a laugh, making me blush.
"Puberty is coming for you.” (Y/N) teased, grinning.
“It came for you first."I reminded her, pointing at her chest.
"Hey, don’t point out my boobs!"She spat, slapping my hand away.
"Don’t point out my voice changing!"I spat back, only for her to grin wider.
"She’s also got an ass."Manny spoke up, making (Y/N)’s smile falter.
"Shut up Manny.”(Y/N) spat.
I felt anger rising in me, the only reason why Manny and I fought was because he was making (Y/N) uncomfortable and angry with the comments about her body. She was one of the girls that seemed to mature faster than the other girls in our school.
“Woah, calm down buddy.”(Y/N) mumbled as I jumped to my feet.
She stood in between Manny and I, facing Manny.
“Sit your ass down or we’ll all get expelled."She threatened, balling her hands into fists.
She shoved Manny to the floor once he took a step towards me. She grabbed my shoulders, looking into my eyes.
"I know you want to beat him up but you already got a black eye thanks to Romero."She muttered, making Hayden scoff.
"He broke my nose!"Hayden yelled.
"No one asked.”(Y/N) spat.
Hayden and (Y/N) had this rivalry, they were both the most athletic girls in school. Well that’s what everyone thought because they were the only girls who were good at soccer. (Y/N) was good at every other sport but whenever she was on the field with Hayden, she’d play her best. She got joy out of destroying Hayden in anything she could, she wanted to be the best, and damn was she the best.
“Li, it’s not worth it. He’s not worth it."She spoke up, making my face soften.
They way her eyes intensely stared back at mine made me feel weird, a good kind of weird.
I nodded my head, making her smile.
"I’m proud of you."She whispered, making my heart melt.
Wait, what? Why am I feeling like this? I’ve never felt this way towards (Y/N) before, anyone to be exact. My parents came in and picked me up, of they were mad until I explained why I fought Manny. They were so proud of me that they took me to my favorite burger place. After we finished eating, we picked up Mason from school and spent the rest of the day at the house. Somewhere around seven at night, (Y/N) and her parents came over. They brought dinner and thanked me for standing up for (Y/N).
"Hey Li- Jesus Liam, you have a black eye.”(Y/N) blurted out as she ran over to me.
“And you have a bruised cheek."I say, making her grin.
"I know, cool right?"She asked, dragging me outside of my house.
"I don’t think cool is the word I’d use."I argued as we climbed up the ladder my dad left outside.
Once we made it to my roof, she pointed at the sky.
"Look, it’s a full moon!”(Y/N) yelled, excited.
I smiled at her, she had a weird obsession with the moon. The moonlight illuminated her facial features stunningly, making my heart race as she turned to me with a soft smile.
“You know I think you look good with the black eye."She spoke up, making me laugh.
"Do I look like a hot bad boy?"I asked, joking.
"Totally."She answered, winking.
I noticed how she was basically leaning her back onto me, resting her head on my chest. Don’t panic Liam, this is just your best friend, don’t get all awkward or get a boner. Damn boners are a pain in the ass- wait no, that’s a weird sentence. I kept rambling in my head until I jumped at the sound of a soft snore. I looked down to see (Y/N) already half asleep, her hand tangled in mine.
"Oh god, oh god."I mumbled, feeling my hands sweat.
"Hey guys- what the? Are you two together?"Mason asked, appearing at the top of the ladder.
"Mason, shut up! She’s asleep!"I spat.
"Oh god, I’m definitely taking a picture of this."Mason mumbled, taking his phone out.
As soon as the flash went off, (Y/N)’s eyes shot open, scaring Mason. Mason fell back, making (Y/N) and I look over to see him in the bushes. (Y/N) began laughing when suddenly she slipped, making her almost fall of if it weren’t for me still holding onto her hand.
"Why do we always get into trouble?”(Y/N) asked, holding onto my hand tightly.
“Mom!"I screamed, hoping anyone would come out to help us.
"Isn’t so funny now, huh?"Mason asked, rubbing his head.
"You know what won’t be funny either? Me throwing you off the roof myself!”(Y/N) threatened as she struggled to hold on.
“Mason, quick get the ladder!"I yelled, making him jump to his feet.
But it was too late, my body slipped off the roof, making me wrap my arms around (Y/N) protectively. Quite ironically, our parents had just ran out the second I slipped. They screamed as our bodies hit the floor, my body to be exact. (Y/N) landed safely on top of me while I landed onto the grass, groaning.
"I just realized the last thing I were to ever say before I died was a threat directed towards Mason, I really am an angry little defensive girl.”(Y/N) muttered, holding onto me lightly.
Our parents ran over to us, her parents trying to pry her off of me.
“No, I’m not letting go!”(Y/N) yelled as she tried her best to hold onto me.
“(Y/N) honey-”
“I am not letting go, I will stay attached to him until I calm down since I almost died!”(Y/N) yelled, making me grin.
I pulled her in closer to me, which wasn’t really possible. God, I adored this girl.

*five years later*
“What’d you say?"I asked as I stood in the middle of the field with Brett.
"I said you better have made (Y/N) yours already because if not, I’m taking her."Brett whispered right before the referee blew the whistle.
Brett picked the ball up with his lacrosse stick, making me lunge towards him. I full on tackled him to the ground, grabbing onto his helmet and slamming his head onto the ground. I heard footsteps running towards us as the referee blew his whistle. Corey tried to pry me off of him, but couldn’t. It wasn’t until Mason and (Y/N) helped that they were able to pry me off of Brett. (Y/N) dragged me off the field and into the boys locker room, I had shifted in front of everyone.
"Liam, calm down. No one saw, only Brett, Corey, Mason, and I.”(Y/N) spoke up, cupping my face.
“What threw things cannot be long hidden?"She asked, making me shut my eyes.
"The sun, the moon, the truth."I answered, making her caress my cheek gently.
"Keep repeating it."She ordered.
I nodded before repeating it three more times. I looked up to her smiling softly at me, she was the only one who could calm me down besides Scott. Suddenly the door flew open, making (Y/N) and I turn. Brett flew inside, landing on the floor as the school counselor walked in with a gun in her hand. (Y/N)’s hand slipped into mine as she watched the counselor fire her gun at Brett. My mouth fell open, Brett couldn’t have been killed right in front of us. (Y/N) crawled out of the counselors view, pulling me with her. We quickly dashed out, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"We’ve got to call Scott."I muttered as (Y/N) and I ran to my car.
That’s when we were met by a mob of hunters, surrounding my car.
"Li, why do we always get into trouble?”(Y/N) asked, turning to me.
“When I say run, you and I both run to the woods."I whispered as I eyed the hunters.
(Y/N) gulped before nodding.
"Run!"I screamed before we started running away.
While (Y/N) and I ran, I grabbed my phone and called Scott to explain everything. Luckily Scott picked up and said he was on his way. The sound of a gunshot made (Y/N) run faster, too fast for me to keep up with. I tried to run faster but instead of doing so, I tripped over a tree root. (Y/N) stopped and ran over to me, helping me up. As soon as she did, she winced in pain as the sound of a gun shot echoed through the woods.
"Are you okay?"I asked as her eyes flashed yellow, gripping the bleeding wound by her shoulder.
"Run Liam."She muttered, wincing as her wound started to sizzle.
Bam, another gunshot blared. (Y/N) gripped at her hip, whimpering.
"Liam, run!"She roared, baring her fangs at me.
I picked her up and started running, making her clench her jaw.
"You idiot, you were supposed to let me handle it."She muttered through gritted teeth.
"There’s no way I would let you fight them all on your own."I replied, making a gentle smile creep onto her face.
My knees buckled in pain as an arrow lodged itself into my calf, making me drop (Y/N). (Y/N) crawled over and covered me with her body.
”(Y/N), you’re the one who was shot twice!“I yelled, trying to shove her off of me.
"I won’t let anyone hurt my best friend."She muttered as an arrow pierced her shoulder.
I couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on my face, what she said reminded me of the time I asked her why she hit Hayden when we were in 6th grade. She pulled the arrow out of her shoulder and then removed the one from my calf. (Y/N) turned around just in time to catch an arrow from hitting the back of her head. We helped each other up only to be shot down again. One of the hunters threw a small container near us, making (Y/N) cover her mouth and nose. Smoke started to escape the container, making (Y/N) and I cough and gasp for air. I tried to wolf out but was interrupted by an arrow that erupted with sparks, disturbing my vision. Out of no where I felt something hit the back of my head, making me instantly pass out. Once I opened my eyes, I felt my head pounding painfully. I looked around only to see Theo, and two other guys chained up to the walls like I was.
"Look who finally decided to wake up."A soft voice spoke up, making me turn.
"Nolan…"I muttered.
Of course he would be one of the hunters.
"Fuck you!"I heard a familiar voice scream.
"Where’s (Y/N)?"I asked, making Theo lift his head up.
"They took her."Theo answered in a weak voice.
He looked terrible, I mean he’s a good looking guy but god damn did they torture him.
"I tried to stop them but they wouldn’t listen."Theo muttered.
"What’re they doing to her?"I asked.
"Shut up!"Nolan yelled, making me roll my eyes.
"They’re torturing her."Theo answered.
(Y/N)’s screams echoed through the building, making tears well up in my eyes as I yanked at the shackles on my wrists.
"I thought you liked (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making me instantly freeze.
"Well you thought wrong."Nolan answered, turning away.
Oh thank god, that wasn’t towards me.
"She was the only one who made an effort to befriend you while everyone else shooed you away for being creepy."Theo reminded him.
"I heard your heart race every time she sat next to you, smiled at you, spoke to you, or even looked in your direction."Theo mumbled, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"What’re you trying to say?"Nolan asked, turning to Theo.
"You really liked her, and after everything she’s done for you, you’re letting them torture her."Theo said, making Nolan’s jaw clench.
"You don’t understand, they wouldn’t listen to me. They were only supposed to go after all of you and not (Y/N), they were supposed to leave her alone."Nolan muttered.
Suddenly the doors flew open, revealing three people who held (Y/N) up. They shoved her towards the ground, her body instantly hitting the ground.
”(Y/N).“I breathed out as I yanked at the shackles.
(Y/N) coughed up blood as she tried to push herself up, only to fall back down.
"Chain her up."The three people ordered before leaving.
Nolan immediately ran over to her, helping her up to her feet. It was only then that I realized all the blood, wounds, and gashes that covered her body. She wasn’t healing as fast as she should be.
"If I weren’t weak right now, I’d rip your heart out.”(Y/N) threatened Nolan as he chained her up.
I tried my best to get near her as Nolan walked across the room.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), are you okay?"I asked, making her turn her head.
"Liam?"She asked, reaching out to me.
As soon as our fingers intertwined, (Y/N) smiled weakly at me.
"I’m okay, I’m okay Liam. Are you okay?"She asked, making me nod.
"I’m good too."An unrecognizable voice spoke up.
We both looked to see a brunette that made (Y/N) let out a laugh.
"I am so glad to see you chained up Jackson."She muttered, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Do I know you?"He asked.
"No, but Lydia told me about you, not all good things of course."She answered, making Jackson roll his eyes.
"That’s Ethan, he had a twin brother Aiden but he died.”(Y/N) whispered, pointing at the werewolf next to Jackson.
“How do you know?"I asked.
"His brother and Lydia had a thing."She answered.
Nolan walked back to (Y/N) and started to disinfect her wounds.
"So you two are a thing?"Nolan asked as he eyed our intertwined hands.
"Best friends, we’re practically inseparable.”(Y/N) answered as Nolan passed her a bottle of water.
“Why don’t you treat all of us too?"Jackson asked, making Nolan scoff.
She passed the water bottle to me after taking a few sips. I chugged half of it down and then threw it to Theo who caught it. Theo chugged the rest of it, leaving nothing for Ethan and Jackson.
"They removed the bullets before they could kill you."Nolan mumbled as he applied a bandage on her cheek, which was barely even healing.
”(Y/N), I’m so sorry.“Nolan whispered, making everyone furrow their eyebrows in confusion.
"They promised they wouldn’t hurt you."He mumbled, looking down.
"Look how that turned out."I spoke up, making Nolan glare at me.
"If there’s anyway I can make it up to you-"Nolan started to say before the lights went out.
After a few seconds of the lights going off, red lights and alarms started blaring. A girl ran in and informed Nolan that there were two teenagers who broke in. Once she was done explaining, an all too familiar roar echoed through the building, making (Y/N) and I look at each other with glowing yellow eyes.
"You want to make it up to me?”(Y/N) asked Nolan, making him look at her.
“Let us go."She ordered.
"I can’t-”
“Nolan, let us go and I swear I’ll act as if nothing happened."She begged,
Nolan sighed and shook his head.
"Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.”(Y/N) muttered before wrapping her legs around Nolan’s leg.
She pulled him closer to her and slammed his face against the wall, knocking him out. She grabbed his keys and freed herself from the shackles, then freed me, Theo, Ethan, and Jackson.
Ethan had to beg her to let Jackson free because she wanted to leave him. We all split up and ran in different directions. (Y/N) and I ran hand in hand upstairs until we reached the roof.
“Do you see Roscoe?”(Y/N) asked, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Who’s Roscoe?"I asked.
"Stiles’ jeep you dimwit."She answered, glaring at me.
"I don’t get it, why aren’t we shifting? It’s a full moon."She mumbled, looking up at the moon.
"Well I stopped shifting ever since they chained up us in the same room."I spoke up.
"You would, but I’d still have trouble. I should be working out."She muttered.
The sound of gunshots made (Y/N) and I cling onto each other, getting low to the ground.
"Where the hell are Scott and Malia?"I asked.
"They must be inside-"She started to say but was cut off by the sound of a bullet hitting the roof. (Y/N) and I crawled over to the edge where the bullets weren’t coming from. One bullet flew right at (Y/N), making her jump out of the way. Luckily, she dodged the bullet but ended up jumping too far. If it weren’t for the fact that I still held her hand, she would’ve fallen off.
"Fuck!”(Y/N) screamed as bullets flew past us.
(Y/N) swayed her body, trying to avoid the bullets from hitting her. This caused me to start slipping. As soon as my body slips off, I grab the edge at the last second, keeping us from falling to our death.
“Roscoe!”(Y/N) yelled, pointing at the speeding jeep coming our way.
Suddenly a bullet hit my hand, making me let go of the edge. I wrapped my arms around (Y/N) protectively as we started to fall. I braced myself for the impact that was about to happen, gasping for air as my back hit a hard surface.
“Be careful with the jeep!"I heard Lydia yell, making me open my eyes.
I looked up to see (Y/N) on top of me, clinging onto me as if her life depended on it.
"Get in!"Scott yelled as he and Malia ran in our direction.
Theo, Ethan, and Jackson followed right behind as a mob of hunters chased them. (Y/N) and I jumped off the bent roof of Roscoe before hopping in. As soon as everyone made it inside the jeep, Lydia sped off. I winced in pain as the bullet in my hand started to sting agonizingly.
"Li, what’s wrong?”(Y/N) asked, turning to face me.
She looked dons at my hand and instantly grasped it.
“Okay….you’ll be okay."She mumbled as black streaks appeared on her arms.
"I got you.”
(Scott’s P.O.V)
I turned around to see (Y/N) taking Liam’s pain as she held his hand. I almost jumped out of my seat since this is the first time she’s ever took anyone’s pain. They both smiled and stared at one another, their eyes squinting at how wide their smiles were. I looked at Theo who was grinning at them, we both knew Liam liked her all this time but now we knew that she felt the same way.
(Liam’s P.O.V)
“Hey."I whispered as (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open.
"Hi."She whispered, smiling weakly at me as I squeezed her hand.
I helped her sit up and rubbed her back soothingly as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Liam?"She asked, looking up at me.
It was only then that I realized how close our faces were.
"Yeah…"I breathed out, nervously as my heart raced.
"When we were 12, you fought Manny Montanez for me. I told you that you were idiot, that I was supposed to handle it and you said-”
“There’s no way I’m letting you fight him all on your own."I finished, making her nod.
"And today I called you an idiot when you didn’t run away and let me hold them back so you could at least get away. I told you I was supposed to handle them. Do you remember what you said?"She asked.
"There’s no way I’m letting you fight them all on your own."I answered, nearing my face next to hers.
Her eyes widened as she stared back up at me, not moving at all.
"That same day we also fell off a roof, just like today."She mumbled, not breaking eye contact.
"Why are you bringing this up?"I asked, tilting my head slightly.
"I don’t know… I think it’s weird how similar the days are, a little too weird."She answered, grabbing my arms firmly.
"Liam, you’re heart is racing like crazy."She breathed out, her breath fanning over my lips.
"What’s wrong?"She asked.
"Nothing, nothing’s wrong."I answered, lying.
"I don’t think I need to remind you that I’m a werewolf too, don’t lie."She scoffed.
"It’s nothing really-”
“Liam Eugene Dunbar, I am your best friend and you know better than to test my patience. You either tell me what’s going on or I’m ignoring you for a week."She threatened, making my eyes widen.
”(Y/N) no, you know I hate when you ignore me!“I whined.
"Then tell me why you’re so nervous."She muttered, pulling me closer to her so our lips were an inch away from one another’s.
”(Y/N).“I mumbled, letting out a shaky breath.
"Alright, a week it is-”
“No, okay, okay! You want to know, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me something."I said, making her shove her pinky in the air.
"What?"She asked.
"Promise me that we’ll still be best friends, that this won’t ruin or friendship-”
“Liam, you’re making me worried. Did you do something bad?"She asked.
"I’m not sure, I hope it’s not bad."I shrugged.
"I promise that we’ll still be best friends."She spoke up as we wrapped our pinky around each other.
I let out a shaky breathe, closing my eyes in fear.
"Open your eyes."She ordered, cupping my cheek.
I opened my eyes and felt my heart flutter at her kind eyes and the feeling of her warm hand.
”…I love you (Y/N).“I whispered, making her eyes widen as she froze.
"What?"She asked, obviously shocked.
"I love you."I repeated, making a smile creep up on her face.
"Uh, haha I love you to Li."She mumbled, letting out a nervous laughter.
My heart dropped at her reaction. I wasn’t expecting her to say it back but damn did it hurt getting my hopes up and suddenly having them be crushed.
"You’re my best friend, I know we both love each other."She muttered, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"Did you think I meant I love you as in I love you like a best friend?"I asked.
"That is what you meant, right?"She asked, just as confused as I was.
"No, I meant I love you as in I love you I want you and I to be boyfriend and girlfriend."I answered, making her laugh nervously.
"Oh god, oh god."She mumbled, looking down as she fidgeted with my fingers.
"What, what?"I asked, making her look up at me.
"I didn’t think you had feelings too."She muttered with teary eyes.
I swear I felt my heart stop and everything freeze. She has feelings too, since when?
"I just never told you because I thought you didn’t love me back."She mumbled.
"I never told you because I thought you didn’t love me back!"I yelled, freaking out.
"Of course I love you, you fucking idiot!"She yelled.
"How was I supposed to know?"I asked.
"Did you not hear my heart race every time you were near or smell my chemo signals?"She asked.
"I thought that was all me?"I answered, confused.
"You’re such an idiot."She muttered as she cupped my face and pulled me in for a long kiss.
Once we pulled away, I was met by a gorgeous (Y/N) with squinted eyes from the wide grin on her face.
"I might be an idiot, but I’m a damn happy idiot."I muttered, making her laugh.
We both crawled into her bed, covering ourselves with her blanket as we snuggled.
"Can I just say that I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long?"I asked.
"Me too!"She squealed.
I peppered her with kisses all over her face, making her giggle.
"Don’t even dare!"She yelled, her voice high pitched as she balled her hands into fists.
"But I want to!"I whined as I was about to tickle her.
"You do it and I’ll kick you down there."She threatened.
"As much as I want to, I also want to have kids so never mind."I muttered, pouting.
She rested her head on my chest, knowing her she was probably listening to my heartbeat.
"Wanna know something?"She spoke up.
"Mhm."I mumbled, looking down at her.
"Remember when you broke your leg?"She asked.
"You mean the same day I got bitten by Scott?"I asked.
"Yeah, well when I saw you hanging off the roof. I felt my knees go weak, I was terrified of losing you. I had never felt such a horrible and intense feeling like that ever in my life, and I think that’s when I knew that my feelings weren’t just some little crush, I loved you,I needed you."She answered, making me grin widely.
"So that’s why you never left my side since then."I mumbled.
"All this time?"I asked.
"All this time."She answered.
I studied her face, every detail my eyes could point out. This was the little girl I fell in love with a long time ago, my longtime best friend. Only now she had grown into the beautiful and strong woman she is today. God, I adored this girl.——-

anonymous asked:


Well don’t worry Anon because I somehow see this kind of comment coming!

I assume you seeing this because I tend to draw Papyrus’ eyes in a slightly anime style, and when I draw his eyes full black, he may looks like lack of soul or unconscious due to without reflect of light, which is a common express method on character lost self-consciousness or being control by others.

There are some artists who does draws Papyrus’ eyes with light reflected, one of them I know more would be Powaro (which usually draw Papy with super cute anime eyes but when they are drawn all black he looks REALLY soulless and even cruel). I once does think of drawing Papy’s eyes with light, but I want to stick more closely to the canon, also I don’t really want to draw too similar to Powaro’s style. (Which the way I draw Papyrus’ eyes shape is actually heavily inspired by them… *blush*)

But it would be kinda weird to make Papyrus lifeless yet he is suppose to be a super energetic monster! So as I can’t change his eyes, all I can do is work more on his other features like facial expressions, posture and movements, to build up a dynamic image on him.

I know my skills cannot fully 100% portray out his characteristics, yet I hope to do my best, to draw my favorite character in a best way.

Episode Five of Goononna Earp  and another special case of Wynnonus Interruptus

There was literally way too much going on for me to comment on in this post.

First off Goononna has tied up Waverly (and tried to give her a fresh rat puréed Bloody Mary 

While Goononna is gone Dolls and Agent Lucado turn up and duke it out

At least the bed is still intact.

You got Goononna messing with Nicole

Drunk or not, she still couldn’t spell “possessed”

After Dolls took her finger (which created a goo that caused Lucado’s head to explode) Goononna gets a visit from Waverly, and say to Waves that she’s “got dark corners that you haven’t explored yet”  (and wiggles her eyebrows very suspiciously)

Seriously dude stop kissing your sister!

Wynonna loses track of the days

Now that she’s back, Gooverly says to Nicole that Wynonna is still possessed and that she hurt her.

But Gooverly slips up and Nicole gets knocked out (seriously, how many times does poor Nicole have to end up with a concussion?!)

It looks like all those times Wynonna picked on Waverly ended up saving her life

I don’t know who’s worse, Goononna or Wynnona?

With the demon destroyed, Nicole and Wynonna make sure that Waverly is ok.

Wynonnus Interruptus commences once again

And Wynonna finds out she’s preggers, we definitely know it’s not Dolls and it sure as hell better not be Gooverlys!

Black Badge have completely cleared out and lets not forget there is the super weird spirit demon things that have taken over Tucker Gardeners sisters and are possibly going to try and get revenge on Nicole for him and try and make Waverly his girlfriend.

So all in all.

I love being a kid. I love being careless with my self and others around me. I love skateboarding through airports while I’m being book high paying jobs in foreign countries. I like being cut from a different fabric. I love being unfiltered with my only responsibility being to create. I love the complexity of the world around me & how I find it interesting & not scary. I love that no one in my crew has to worry about waking up early for school or a job. I love being something that I wasn’t suppose to be. I love my girls loyalty & acceptance. I love wearing the same shorts for 2 weeks in Hawaii & flying into a city in ripped jeans & all black. I love having split personalities & taste. I love Music & making videos of the weird shit me and my friends do. I love that just being myself I stick out and get looked at differently. I love not having any reference of time or day. I love not giving back to the government & my country. I love having passion & addiction. I love meeting people that are more than surface deep. I love learning & being a minimalist. I love people with artistic value that make my ADHD sustainable. I love adrenaline and release. I love how my words can inspire or offend & live under your skin. I’m probably selfish but at least I’m honest I think Most of all I love not giving a fuck.

I Like You A Latte (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Summary: You work at a coffee shop, and Connor visits every day during your shift.

Words: 1564

Warnings: none

(A/N: Thank you for all the positive feedback on Pastels, my first oneshot! Here’s another for you guys!)



The little bell attached to the door rang so many times that Saturday morning, it was enough to make you sick. You took a deep breath, plastering on a fake smile for the abundance of cranky and rude customers waiting for their various coffee orders. You didn’t hate working there. You just hated all the people that worked there, and all the people you served, and…yeah, you hated working there.

Even so, sometimes the world would surprise you a little bit at work. It would bring in a cute customer, or a big tip, or a light day. Today was one of those days.


Sighing, you straightened your posture and smiled. “Hi! Welcome to Affogato, what can I-” you looked up at the customer stopping in your tracks. He was a gorgeous boy, with an aura that screamed mystery. Looking a little closer as he approached the counter, you recognized him as a boy from your homeroom.

Shit, did you just think Connor Murphy was cute?!? Well, I mean, he is, but god, chill!

“Connor Murphy?” You raised an eyebrow, smiling a genuine smile as you eyed him up and down. His long, chestnut brown hair was covered by a beanie, and his button nose was pink from the cold. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood for society today, but from what you’d heard about Connor, that was a constant thing for him. People talked about what a monster Connor Murphy was every single day at school. Of course they did, and it spread like wildfire because it was high school. You heard the stories, but you never really listened. You wanted to discover this kid on your own terms, unbiased. Connor tapped his chipped black painted nails on the counter with a curt nod.

“[Name]?” He made a noise somewhere in between a chuckle and a scoff. “Didn’t expect to see a face like you here.” He shrugged, not thinking anything else of it. “Black, two sugars,” Connor paused for a moment. “…please.” He muttered. Had you been a stranger, he probably wouldn’t have had the courtesy, or maybe he was just in a decent mood, but the gesture was an appreciated one no matter the reason.

You picked up a cup, getting to work. He made small talk as you poured.

“Whatcha up to this weekend?” Connor asked nonchalantly with a sigh. “Partying? Maybe running away to join the circus?” He asked sarcastically as you handed him his coffee. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“As if I’m capable of doing extraordinary.” You joked. “Nope, just work. Saving up for something cool, like a camera or lava lamp or whatever people spend money on these days.” You straightened your apron. “You?” Connor bounced from one foot to another, finally deciding to take a seat on one of the counter stools.

“Oh, you know, the usual. It’s a toss up between doing nothing and being called a nuisance or doing something and being called a nuisance anyway” He looked into his abyss of a coffee cup. His lips curved into a sad smile. “Sorry, that was….satire.” Connor took out his wallet, fishing out two crisp dollar bills. “Keep the change” He instructed as he stood. Sipping his coffee, he left, and you stood there, lost in thought. No one, in your months of working there, had stopped to have a conversation with the exception of your best friends. You really didn’t know what to think. Who would?



“No, Jared, it was so weird! But like, in a good way…” You trailed off, putting your phone on speaker and placing it on your desk. You were
pacing around your room, talking to your problematic fave- the “insanely cool Jared Kleinman”, as he referred to himself.

“What, [name], it’s weird that he came into the coffee shop and ordered a coffee?” Jared pointed out, and you groaned.

“No, it’s weird that he was…I dunno! Everything about him just seems….like…I don’t even know what to think, dude.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It was like, he’s bitter, but chill, but kind and empathetic, but also sarcastic, but also genuine as hell?!?!? I’m sooo confused” You buried your face in your hands. Jared laughed.

“Has the stone cold heart found wuvvvvvv?” He teased. “I gotta say, dude, I didn’t think you were the angsty murderer type!” His laughter grew into hysterics, and you were quick to defend him. You weren’t sure why, though.

“Would you stop, Kleinman? He isn’t gonna shoot up the school or whatever. I bet you Connor’s really sweet.” You challenged. This got his attention.

“What have you even got to bet? Nothing I’d want” Jared sneered

“Lush visit with my credit card..” You smirked, and he audibly gasped into the phone.

“Holy shit, for serious? Don’t play with me like that, man” He said in disbelief.

“I’m 100 percent for serious.” You countered.

“Deal. And…if you win?” He asked, almost frightened. The stakes seemed high.

When I win,” you think for a minute, “you have to become an apprentice park ranger with Evan for the summer.” You grinned.

“No fair, [name]!” he sighs. “You know what? Fine. But only because of the bathbombs. And you’re gonna lose.” Jared says as-a-matter-of-factly.


Connor came in for the next week, ordering the same thing every single day. Even when you weren’t working mornings, Connor managed to come in during your shift. It was as if he knew your schedule, and he always came in later in your shift, when you were thoroughly tired and annoyed. It kind of cheered you up.

Sometimes, he stayed for a while and talk. He’d sit on his same stool, drinking his same coffee, with his name written on his cup in the same handwriting.    

“Hey, doll,” He’d smile his toothy smile. You found his dorky platonic pet names funny. “I brought you a muffin. Maybe…spend your break with me?” Connor would suggest.

Other times, he’d sit in the corner at a table, long legs crossed as he read for hours. You’d keep the coffee coming, and you’d watch him read, and it was, in a way, blissful.

“You know, the man bun really completes the whole ‘hipster teen reading in a coffee shop aesthetic’. It looks good on you, Murphy.” You’d nudge his shoulder, and he’d be too focused to even bat an eye.

Sunday, Sunday was different though. You kept busy during your shift, serving customers with your usual fake smile. The authentic one was reserved for Connor Murphy.

Hours passed, and your giddiness faded into fatigue.Glancing up at the clock, time seemed to pause. You evaluated your surroundings.The smell of coffee grinds, the bustling people, the soft jazz melodically jingling in the background. It seemed hazy and surreal, and you wanted to stop thinking.

You wanted to start being. Being with him. Connor Murphy liked spending time with you. He made you feel special. He made this melancholy, dreadful job something you looked forward to dragging yourself to.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

The clock loomed over you, the noises echoing through your skull. You just wanted it all to be over,

And suddenly, it was. A hand on your shoulder was your signal to leave.

“[Name]? Your shift is over. You’re free to go!” She was excited on your behalf, but your heart sank at the news.

Connor hadn’t come today.

The question was, why? Was he, like, busy? You couldn’t imagine having Connor Murphy having actual plans. All he did was get high and drink coffee. Maybe he didn’t want coffee today. You were upset, and wished it wasn’t such a big deal to you, but you felt as if it was.

You sat at a table, lacking the energy to walk home. Inhaling slowly, more memories of Connor flooded into your mind.

“Hey, how was the circus?” Connor asked, yawning. He usually made comments like this with a straight face. It was as if his smile was implied.

“Not as glamorous as I thought, so I came back.” You shrug with a small smile.

“Who comes back after running away from home?” Connor met your eyes with his own blue and brown ones, and you practically melted.

“I dunno, Murphy. People who are homesick, I guess.” You sigh, sliding him his usual.

You focused on reality again, looking out the window. You were so amused by the normality of the scene, you almost didn’t notice the coffee place in front of you.

“Excuse me?” You looked at the paper cup curiously. It was black with two sugars, making you all the more distressed. “What kind of weird ass joke-” You looked up to find Connor in an Affogato uniform with a goofy grin.

“Hi there, [name]. You want anything?” He smirked. You stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck and getting on your tippy toes.

“Just this” You pressed your lips to his, and Connor reciprocated without hesitation. He pulled you closer by your waist, and after a few seconds, he pulled away breathlessly.

“Check the cup again” Connor whispered in your ear. Curious, you picked it up and turned it over. He had scribbled something on the cup in his mediocre handwriting:

I like you a latte. My number is ***-***-****. Use it ;)

Jared was gonna look great in his apprentice park ranger uniform.


Am I the only one who feels like the ‘imagine’ posts are just a little too far? Like…

‘Imagine Andy Biersack looking at you…’

‘Imagine Brendon Urie holding your hand…’

‘Imagine Kellin Quinn turning up at your house…’

‘Imagine Oli Sykes fathering your children…’

‘Imagine Gerard Way helping you bury the body…’

In all seriousness though, they make me feel weird. I’m fine filling my blog with photos, day dreaming about actually meeting the band members that I obsess over and knowing that thousands of creepy fanfics exist but for some reason these are the only things that make me feel weird. 

amor proibido iii

Special thanks to @mercyonmendes for writing the Shawn blurb!

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes - Fall Out Boy

Deep breath. I can do this. I have done nothing wrong at this point. Everything is good. My life is absolutely fucking amazing.

I can have this conversation with the man I am going to be marrying and not let on some kid tried to kiss me. Okay, he is not just some kid now…but whatever. I have a fiance and I love him. End of story.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face and listening to Landon go on and on about his day. He is telling me about how hard his job is working at his dad’s company where he pretty much does nothing all day and how shitty his night was because he had to come home alone to an empty house because of my fucking job stealing me away from the worst time. Yet again, it is another ten minutes of listening to him talk only about himself and not even ask me about everything major. Even though he knows how much of a big deal this article is, Landon will always be more important than me. 

“Listen…” I say, trying to let on how much stress I am under from this shit show of my life. “I will call you tomorrow because I am exhausted. I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep.”

Landon says, “I don’t like having to sleep when you aren’t next to me. What am I supposed to do when I want someone to make my dick hard?”

I think he thinks it is sexy, but I just find it annoying. I would never let on so I say, “Just know I am thinking of you, babe.” It is partially true. “I will be home in a few days and we can more than make up for any lost time, okay?”

“I love you, talk to you soon, sweetheart.”

“You too,” I reply, ending the call and lying back.

There is now a special place in hell for me. 

My phone chirps with a text early the next morning Concert day.

It is from an unknown number, but it must be someone related to this whole debacle because otherwise I am going to think there is someone stalking me. And trust me, I am not worth anyone’s time at all. In fact, I am a rather shitty person. Last night was the perfect case in point. 

I could just ignore the text because I have a lot of work to do in starting my article. I am going to be spending most of my day writing and planning because I have to attend this concert tonight as well. I have to write about the concert and still do one more interview with him tomorrow. Then I will be able to go home the day after and act like he never kissed me. It was just a stupid kiss, and I pushed him away. It means nothing at all. 

Who is this? I type back, sitting up in bed and debating about whether or not I want to make the trip down to have some kind of food or just have it delivered. I mean, work is going to pay for it but I don’t even know what I would choose.

A picture of a sleepy eyed Shawn appears on my screen, his hair askew and his lids half closed. 

Holy fuck. 

What the fuck is this kid doing? He has no reason to be texting me. I could ask how he got my number, but I am sure he has his ways since he is fucking famous. Also, why am I like half turned on by a photo of him lying in bed? There is something very wrong with me, and I am going to be atoning for these thoughts for a very long time.

I throw my phone down, deciding to take a shower and get dressed. Maybe he will get the hint if I don’t say anything. He is trying to get under my skin, but I need him to be as distant as possible. I have a fiance, and I have a life. This is going to be good for me as long as I don’t mess it up, but Shawn is making it so fucking hard.

Returning to my phone, I see two messages.

You don’t seem pleased to know I have your number.

I am not going to apologize for kissing you.

Fuck my life.

This is my fucking job, and I don’t have time for some fucking kid to think it is okay to mess with me as a joke. I am not interested in you. Please stop.

Oh, my god. I am such a fucking liar.

I bet you look beautiful in the morning.

FUCK. He is trying to be sweet. Okay, deep breath. He is just full shit and trying to get you to sleep with him. There is nothing genuine about his words, right?

You are so full of shit. No wonder your eyes are so brown.

So you noticed my eyes? Yours are gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight at the concert, yeah?

Go fuck yourself. It’s my job. That’s all. 

I want to fuck you. Tonight.

Holy shit. What the fuck is my life even?


Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I mindlessly strummed my guitar as I gazed out at the city and wallowed in my own frustration. I wasn’t even sure why I was frustrated. 

Her evident frustration was justified: I was an arrogant, irritating little prick to her. I also wasn’t sure why I did that either. It had been such a habit to crank up the sexually heated charm that it had now become second nature to me whether I wanted it to or not. But hey, I am still essentially a teenage guy. This was normal, right? 

 A heavy sigh escaped my lungs and I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but her. Meeting attractive girls every day was a job requirement so obviously I was struck by some of them. Again, reiterating the hormonal teen part. But she was different. Could it be because she was an older woman? I did have a thing for that. God, do I have mommy issues? Is that even a thing? I cut off my own incessant rambling thoughts with a loud groan which prompted Geoff to bang on the adjoining wall and mutter something crude. Ignoring him, I loudly strummed the opening chords for Roses that I had just written down and released my pent up disgruntlement in the only way I knew how. I sang.

The concert is insane. The crowd is enormous, and Shawn seems more than ready. Looking from backstage, I can see the people waiting for the show to begin. It must be one of most exhilarating sensations in the world to be able to perform in front of so many. It reminds of how one day I would love for to be a writer everyone is reading. This is my first step there. A good beginning. There is the chaos of setting up the show and everyone making sure everything is perfect. Trying to stay out of the way, I roam back to Shawn’s dressing room.

Instead of finding his normal posse, he is just sitting there alone with his guitar. He looks otherworldly, just strumming softly and singing the words in his head. It has to be one of the most attractive things I have ever seen in a man. Not that he is a man… he is just a boy and…

“Can I ask you a few more questions before the shows starts, Shawn?” I ask, stepping towards him and breaking his concentration.

He looks up at me with a smile, placing the guitar down beside him. “Sure, why not,” he says.

I hesitantly sit down at a chair somewhat far away from him and tap my fingers on my knee. I don’t know why I wore this black dress because it’s way too short and too tight around my breasts. Then again, Landon was always telling me not to wear it so maybe this is my subtle fuck you to him. I know I look amazing. He just wants to fucking control me. 

“Do you have a favorite concert venue?” I ask, inwardly groaning at my shitty questions. Shawn is making me flustered to the point where I can’t even do my job properly. What I need is to have a few drinks during the concert so I can calm down and just forget about all of this weird tension we have going on. He has to know he is making me crazy. It is like he is doing it on purpose, trying to fuck with me and get me to notice him.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, leaning forward. His hair is perfectly done in messy perfection and he is wearing a charcoal button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, his shoes are brand new all black Chucks. He looks fucking amazing. Not that I would tell him. And I probably should not be noticing?!

“You can hear me just fine,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover my cleavage. However, it seems to make them more perky. Fuck. “Just answer my questions so you can play your damn show and this can all just be over for us, okay?”

Shawn raises an eyebrow. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, I just…”

“You just what?” he echoes, searching for answer I don’t fucking have.

This was just supposed to be a career maker. Not suddenly make me fucking confused about my entire life. He is a fucking teenager. I am a grown woman. He probably is reminded of his mom when he looks at me, there is no way he could be attracted to me. This is just a job I need to do so I can return to my life. My life where I have a fiance and a house and a job and all of these adult things. I am not someone who plays music all over the world and has this amazing, fun life all the fucking time. 

“Nothing.” I pause. “I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you.” Lies. “This is just my job, and I want to do it well. This article is important to the both of us. You want to look good, and I am hoping this is going to help me be able to write more important stories.”

“You don’t look happy when you talk about your job,” Shawn says off handedly, like he can just see into my soul no big deal at all. “I don’t see the passion you are supposed to have. I am sure you have a passion for writing, but what do you really want?”

I don’t remember the last time anyone has asked what I wanted. It catches me off guard. “What.. what do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Shawn repeats, getting up and walking over to me. He looks down at me, waiting.

Without another word, I rise and look at him. “I want to be happy.”

“I am going on stage soon,” he whispers against my neck, tracing his lips along the curve and stopping right below my ear. His hands are moving lower than my waist now, lazily venturing towards his favorite place.

I try not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against my skin, but I feel those chills up and down my spine. He knows it too because there is a smirk on his face as he slowly slips his hand up my thigh, moving beneath my dress and locks his eyes with mine as though daring me to protest. I can already feel the moisture building between my legs and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Gnawing my cheek to keep from alerting him about the status of my aching core, I just nod at him and keep my eyes on his. 

His hazel eyes bore into mine, anticipating something will happen soon. His lips ghost kisses beneath my ear before he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “I am going to make sure you remember me while I am on stage.”

I just nod my head and arch my hips up to his hand, not quite sure how else I am supposed to behave while he seems to have rendered me speechless with just his touch and a few words strung together. It shows how well he can get beneath my skin, but it makes me wonder what he has in mind for me.

His hand slides down to my hip and he grips it tightly as he tilts my head so my lips are pressed against his, his kisses are deep and meaningful. He nibbles on my bottom lip eagerly, chuckling at his deviancy for a moment before I find myself completely melting into his advances.

I try to reach my hand out and slide it up his thigh, but he bats me away, stating, “I am in charge right now, and we are going to do what I say. Hands to yourself or else.”

It is hard for me to listen to him when there is this part of me that craves so badly to make him want me the way I tend to want him. I know he is turned on right now by the apparent bulge in his shorts. I want to run my hand up his leg and tease him, to feel his length in my hand and know I am the one who is able to make him so fucking hard. I want to do that more than anything else, but he cuts me off from that. Shawn has set up the parameters I am supposed to follow, but I am curious to know what could happen if I dare to break them. His fingers resume their journey, two of them pressing against the fabric of my lacy panties. He runs them over my clit, raising his eyebrow at me. Shawn adroit fingers skim over the damp area, and he tells me, “I made you so fucking wet, and I have barely even touched you.”

It is not something I want to admit out loud to him, but I adore the way he just tells me exactly how it is. The words coming from his mouth are so attractive and make me even wetter for him.

His thumb rubs my clit lazily, not trying to rush what he is planning. My hips buck up to meet his touch, and I still long to make him seem so desperate the way I am. Instead he gets to be all calm and collected while I am a total mess, which I do not think is very fair at all. “Shawn..I..” My hand stretches out to cup his erection, ready to alleviate the tension building between us.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stares down at my hand touching him. Shawn stops his motions, leaving me desperate for the finish. I can feel myself slowly getting closer, and he has just denied me the release. I want to grab his hand and force him to continue, or I could do it myself. But I find myself transfixed by his gaze as he takes my hand away and says to me, “And now you are going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. I warned you that you should not touch me. Hands to yourself was rather a simple command…” he sighs. “But now you are going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

I expect him to take his hand away from me and say he is not going to allow me to experience any pleasure at all. It will be cruel, but I would not be surprise I want to kick myself for being so eager to touch him, but I could not help myself.  I fucked everything up. My hips begin to pull away from him, allowing him to pull his hand off. But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides my dress up, sliding my panties off me with one hand, and tosses them on the floor. His index finger slips in between my folds, allowing him to feel more of the moisture he caused to grow from his actions. He moves his finger in and out of me for a moment before bringing it to his lips and gently licking it in front of me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “I. Want. More.”

There is no chance to speak before he has grabbed my legs and pulled my entire body towards him; he spreads my legs with his hand and guides my hips to his mouth.

His blue eyes gleam as he looks up at me before slowly taking his tongue and running it along my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, pushing them down onto the bed as he glances up at me with those hazel orbs while never taking his tongue off my wet center.

He takes one of his digits, sliding it inside of me and quickening the pace to match the movement of his tongue. I can feel my hips pressing towards him, small moans falling from my lips as I beg him to keep going. He nibbles my clit gently, using his fingers to probe on with his ministrations.

I can feel myself slowly getting closer to release as his tongue traces circles around my core, his own moans causing me to become even wetter. He removes his finger and brings it up to my mouth, instructing me with his eyes to lick it off for him. I take his finger between my lips and slowly suckle, hoping he is going to allow me to repay him soon.

“You are so beautiful,” Shawn whispers as she takes his finger back, now placing two inside of me. I can feel him going deeper, his knuckles brushing my folds and causing me to gasp at how intense he is causing me to feel. His mouth continues to tease my clit, lapping up the juices eagerly and making me feel as though I am going to completely lose it at any second. His fingers have found my g spot, carefully teasing it and causing me to gasp out his name. He has to know how unfair this is for me; I am feeling as though I am going to lose myself completely and he is just taking his sweet time. His tongue continues to flick at my clit greedily as my hips pump up against him from the combination of both mouth and hand.

“Shawn, please…” I beg, needing the overstimulation to stop. I need to release or I am just going to…

“Oh, so that is what you want, love?” he teases from between my thighs, slowly taking his mouth away from me.

I reach down to place his hand back to its previous position, but he raises his eyebrows at me and just repeats, “I told you twice about hands to yourself and now you don’t get to orgasm for me just yet.”

I stare at him dumbfounded as he takes his hand out of me and sits up for a moment, licking his fingers like a clever cat. His eyes flash with amusement as he sees the frustration furrow my brow, causing me to let out a groan. I close my legs, feeling the wetness dripping down my thighs and it makes me want to strangle him for being such a tease. There is nothing fair about bringing me so close and just stopping, but he seems utterly pleased with himself.

Just then, there is a knock on the door. “Shawn! Showtime!” 

He stands up, quickly wiping his face and looking at me. “Make sure you’re watching from backstage, I am sure you won’t be able to stop thinking of me.” He raises an eyebrow again before he leaves with guitar, leaving me standing there with trembling thighs and no panties on.

Standing stage side to Shawn is one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. He is pure talent and he has so much stage presence.  He just shines with the guitar and his voice is beautiful. It is hard to deny he is doing what makes him happy. But it brings up all of the thoughts running through my own mind right now. 

I have a fiance. And we are getting married in a month. Yet, I let Shawn…

Oh, my fucking god. What have I done?! This is the worst thing I have done yet, when everyone find out I am going to lose my job and be labelled a slut. Because Shawn is famous. And a man. he will be forgiven because boys will be boys. But I should know better because I am supposed to be a lady. Fucking double standards. Fuck society.

He has been looking at me all night too. The most intense eye contact in the world. I can feel his eyes on me no matter and that stupid smirk is glued onto his fucking face. I blush every time he looks at me because well… there is no way I am going to think of him as a kid any longer. He is a man who has given me the best head I have ever had. Because Landon thinks it’s only for “sepcial occasions”. Fuck that. Shawn seems like he would ravage the fuck out of me with that mouth all the time, ad I just…. I need to stop because this has already gone too far. He is just a kid, and I have a fiance. Nothing else can happen between us. 

“This song is for a very special person…” Shawn says, once again with the fucking intense eye contact. “It’s called “Roses.” “

And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

Oh. My heart… what is happening? I barely know him. There is no way I am falling for Shawn Mendes. 


Will you let it die or let it grow?

He looks at me as the song finishes, and I realize my heart may slowly finding its way to unexpected happiness.

How the fuck am I going to tell him the truth now?

Grease Monkey

So much shot went down yesterday at sdcc. I think we’re all in need of a break so enjoy this trimberly Mechanic AU
The garage is Trini’s happy place. Ever since she was old enough to change the oil on the family van. Something about fixing old cars gave her such a thrill. She even managed to make some money off of fixing up people’s cars, which came in handy for when she wanted to take Kim out somewhere.
It had been a long day for Trini. First her math teacher had surprised everyone with a quiz, then Amanda and Harper had tripped her in the cafeteria, then when she got home her mom had nagged at her for forgetting to do the dishes. Which had resulted in a pretty shitty day. But at least she was in the garage now, where all her worries washed away.

She wiped the grease from her forehead. Trini was wearing a muscle shirt with a black skull on the front paired with a pair of Levi jeans and her black converse.

“Trin? Babe you in here?” A voice shouted from outside the garage door.

Trini opened the door to let Kimberly in.

“What’s up princess?” Trini said. Kimberly rolled her eyes at the nickname, but smiled nonetheless.

“I was wondering if you could take a look at my bike, it’s making this weird noise when I start it up.” Kim leaned against the door.

“Yeah sure, bring it in here and I’ll look at it.” Trini said.

Kimberly rolled her motorcycle into the garage. It was pink with yellow highlights, Kimberly picked it out herself.

Kim couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over Trini’s exposed biceps as they lifted Kim’s bike onto the rack.

“Hmmm. It’s probably nothing, but I’ll look at it.” Trini said more to herself than to Kim.

Kimberly couldn’t really keep up with what Trini was saying. She was more interested in the way Trini’s muscles flexed when she moved slightly.

Kim was snapped out of her staring when Trini caught her.

“See something you like princess?” Trini smirked.

Kimberly blushed a deep Jason red.

“You wish lemon head.” Kim shot back.

Trini raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Lemon head? Really? Is that all you got.”

Kim rolled her eyes and stepped forward.

“Would you prefer I call you grease monkey?” Kimberly whispered.

“Absolutely not.” Trini laughed and leaned foreword to steal a kiss.

Kimberly pulled back and made a face.

“You taste like motor oil.” Kim laughed. Trini rolled her eyes and went back to looking at Kim’s bike.

“I’m not the one staring like a perv Kimmy.” Trini teased.

Kim stuck her tongue out at Trini.

“Whatever wrench head.” Kim said. Trini laughed at Kim’s joke.

Now that she thought about it, grease monkey wouldn’t be such a bad nickname after all.
END. Hope you liked this. I got the idea from @captainhoyw

Jehan & all the little Thénardiers

If you please, allow me to shamelessly use you for inspiration.

(A les mis drabble based on @petalprouvaire‘s blog, who certainly didn’t ask for this but hopefully likes it anyway)

Grumbling slightly Montparnasse paces back up the stairs to his own apartment. The landlady had called him down because she needed to speak to Babet and he wasn’t answering the door. Since she knew he was home that worried her. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong. Babet just slept like the dead.

“Okay,” Montparnasse says irritably, stepping into his living room. “I’m back. Nothing-”

“Shhhh!” Éponine hisses and he walks into her outstretched arm. She’s standing by the door, but she doesn’t even look at him.

“What the-”

“That’s perfect, Gavroche,” Jehan says approvingly. “Oh, Zelma, can you help Matéo with his, I’ve got my hands full at the moment.”

Montparnasse stares, incredulously, at the same spectacle that has Éponine spellbound. Jehan has gathered all four of her siblings round Montparnasse’s table and is doing something that looks like folding paper flowers. More amazingly, Azelma, Gavroche, Matéo and Judoc are all sitting down in attentive concentration, listening to their instructions.

“How…?” Montparnasse breathes.

“I don’t know,” Éponine hisses. “They were complaining you were taking too long and suddenly Jehan empties their bag on the table and…this happened.”

“Oh, Parnasse!” Jehan says cheerfully, looking up. “You’re back. Was Babet okay?”

“Fine,” he replies. “Just asleep.”

“Good,” Jehan says. “You want to make a rose? Azelma’s almost finished hers.”

“I want a black one next,” the seventeen year old announces, putting the last touches on her blue rose.

“I’m good, thanks,” Montparnasse says, still mildly stunned. Éponine’s siblings, in ages seventeen to ten, are generally to be controlled with a blend of manipulation, hyperbolic threats and outright bribery. Matéo and Judoc are usually capable of being directed as a pair, but Azelma and Gavroche sure as hell aren’t. But here they are, folding flowers.

“I want mine to be spiky like yours, Gav,” Judoc says.

“Sure,” Gavroche says and he scoots closer to his little brother. “We’ll do one together, Juju.”

“Thank you, Gavroche,” Jehan says. “Shall I help you then, Téo? What colour do you want next?” they ask, while handing Azelma a piece of black paper.

“What colour do you like?” Matéo asks.

“All colours,” Jehan says decidedly.

“That’s not an answer,” the twelve year old protests.

“Fair enough…yellow.”

“Then I’ll make a yellow one,” he decides.

Éponine give Montparnasse a thoroughly weirded out stare. “They’re witchcraft,” she whispers accusingly. “Actual witchcraft.”

Montparnasse doesn’t even know what to answer. She’s probably right.

“Hey, Ponine , do you want this one?” Gavroche asks, holding up a spiky white flower. “I want a purple one.”

“Yeah,” Éponine says, surprised. “Thanks, Gav.” She walks up to the table and takes the flower. “That’s really cool, looks complicated.”

“Not really,” Gavroche says smugly.

“I can do it too!” Judoc says happily. His partially finished flower isn’t nearly as neat as Gavroche’s, but it is spiky.

“You’re all learning way faster than I did,” Jehan says admiringly. “When we’re done we have to send pictures to Feuilly.” They look up at Montparnasse.

He is still staring, frown unwavering on his face, at the sight of his dining table being turned into a crafting station. There’s going to be paper everywhere. And where did Jehan get four pairs of scissors? Did they bring them?

“Parnasse?” Jehan breaks through his thoughts. “Sure you don’t want to make something?”

“Pretty sure,” Montparnasse says.

“Lend me your fingers for a second then,” Jehan says, trying to hold down five folded corners at the same time.

Montparnasse narrows his eyes at them. He knows damn well that as soon as he sits down at that table he’ll be making paper flowers within two minutes. And he’s not going to-

“I’m making this one for you,” Jehan smiles sweetly, holding up what is nearly a red rose.

With a look of disgruntled resignation Montparnasse walks around the table and sits down beside Jehan.

They barely manage to smile away their smugness. “They’re going to be lovely, right guys?” they say.

“Yes!” Azelma, Gavroche, Matéo and Judoc agree, nearly in unison.

Éponine stares at Jehan like she has never seen them before.

Montparnasse holds down the corners of Jehan’s flower and leans his chin on their shoulder. “How?” he mutters in their ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jehan smiles brilliantly.

No Need for Blueprints
No Need for Blueprints


( Dementia | Black Hat )

This one’s got more energy and optimism than my Black Hat one, and really it’s just ‘about’ Flug in general. Nothing specific or whatever. Some timing bits may be weird though, uh, oops.

I tried to make the ‘Dr. Flug that’s me’ parts sound like a crowd of people shouting, but my effect skills are not that strong so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The strike of a lightning - Harry Styles Vampire AU

The strike of a lightning - Harry Styles Vampire AU Part 1 Warnings: harsh language, sexual language and violence. Years he has roamed this earth, for decades he has seen empires rise and fall, he has seen it all and it is him who you should fear. The vampire who created evil, the vampire who gave birth to more evil creatures and it is him who is truly the world’s most powerful creature. Deep down inside of this man he holds a secret, a secret that can destroy everything he has built up. But that still remains secret. He lives in a huge mansion in southern England, for years he built chambers that run in long corridors under the dark and damp ground. In these chambers he tortures his enemies, the enemies who want him gone, who want to destroy him. Yet he still stands in full pride with his bright emerald eyes, a bone structure that could cut through stones, hair that curls along the side of his face and frames his features. His beauty is causing death among humans, he lures them in with his attractive manner and sink his teeth into their neck. He feels then sink into his arms as the blood slowly and painfully leaves their body. He told himself he enjoyed the feeling of killing every one of them but something inside of him got filled with regret. He learned to push that feeling away and forget about every piece of humanity in his body. But one day that humanity will be turned on again…and this man goes by the name Harold Styles. The one man your nightmares are filled with. ~~~ She were just finishing her day at work, her whole body filled with excitement for the weekend she had off work and the plans she had made with her friends that night. She was buzzing, maybe she’ll find someone to hook up with just to take her mind off of her nasty co-worker that keeps bugging her to go crazy. Yes, she adored her job but just that one person keep on ruining her days. She sighed big as she walked closer to her flat door, the auburn wood staring back at her. She searched her back for the golden keychain in the endless mess in her bag. The frustration getting bigger as she couldn’t seem to find it. One, she could have left it at work, two, she could have lost it in the taxi on the way back home or three, she could have just forgot to lock the door and left the keys on the table in her hallway. Her breathing got tense as she reached for the doorknob to twist it open, as she was imagining it was locked. She let out an irritated breath as footsteps neared her. She turned around facing a man whose looks was mesmerising, she stared at him as he was getting near her. A smile was brought to his lips as he stood right in front of her. “Looked like these belonged to you"his voice was deep and rough as he spoke to her. Making more attractive than he already was. "Oh thank god! I thought I would never get inside of my own home again! Thank you!” She exclaimed as she moved to take her keys out of his hand. A smirk plastered on his lips. “But on one condition” he said slowly and moved the keys out of her reach. “And what’s that?"She said trying not to sound irritated with his actions. "What’s your name, love?"He asked and she sighed at his simple request. "It’s Y/N, can I please have my keys back? I’m already late” her voice filled with impatience as the keys dingle in his hands. She rolled her eyes as he put them back in her hand. “Thank you” “You’re welcome” he said in his deep voice and a shiver ran down her spine as she unlocked the door. As she looked back behind her, he was gone. Just like that, gone in seconds. She had to blink a few times to actually see that she was not hallucinating. She just shook her head as she continued walking back into the apartment. She looked around the hallway to see if anything was different, this was what she was doing, she always did this. She didn’t know how it stared or where she got it from. It’s just a habit she picked up on. As her weird habit let her cool down due to every thing being in its place, she continued making her self at home. Ate her leftovers from yesterday, showered and got ready. She looked at herself in the mirror as she curled her hair. She looked good, to her she looked stunning. Not to brag or anything but she thought she did. Nothing wrong with feeling good about themselves right? She put on her black strapped high heels to complete her all black outfit. Her hair curled in soft waves and her makeup soft and natural. Just like she was comfortable in. She hung her back over her shoulder and took her black leather jacket from the clothing rack in the hall. One last glance in the mirror, correcting her breasts in the low cut v-neck lace top she was wearing. A smile plastered on her lips and she was ready to go. Her friends already at the house party, they had quit their job for the day earlier than her and decided on going before her. She wasn’t blaming them, her shift ended at ten pm, she didn’t want to keep them waiting on her. After a few minutes of walking she could hear the club music rush through the streets and a smile was brought to her cheeks. The darkness thick around her, she didn’t want to feel scared but she did. All the stories of women who become a victim of rape and sexual assault make a way to her head. She was scared yet she pushed that fear to the back of her head. She was almost there she thought. Continuing to walk further down the dark street. It was in that moment she heard the sound of a fast wind, she could feel someone next to her, she tried to ignore the feeling. “Why are you walking here alone in the dark?” A deep familiar voice said behind her. She stood still in her tracks. Slowly turning on her heel she saw the man who earlier had given her keys back. “Meeting a few friends, I really need to go” she said, panic almost getting stuck in her throat as she spoke. “Love, you do not need to fear me” he spoke in a way that sounded old. She stared at him, his attractive looks luring her in his trap. He took a few steps closer to her, his body radiating cold near her. Something in her told her to be scared, yet his eyes told her not to. She had never felt like this before, she was mesmerised by him. The way he moved so gracefully, how his skin was so pale and beautiful, how his eyes were so clear and emerald like. She almost fell in love with his looks. His arm snake around her waist and he took a firm grip. Almost hurting her in the process. “Don’t scream, love, you’ll only make it worse” he whispered in her ear. She only nodded at his words. She could feel his cold lips against her neck and soon a pain strike through her. She was yes to scream but she didn’t, he told her not to. But god damn it hurt. She gripped his shoulder as her eyesight got blurry. Soon she could only she darkness… _____ A/N: so tell me if you want a part two of this! I quite like the idea itself. So please tell me what you think about it and what you think will happen in the next part. XO!

Originally posted by just-apathetic

anonymous asked:

#1 Hey Kosmo! I am a big fan of your sims. I don’t have tumblr, but have been following you for several years now. I need some advice girl. I have been using Ephemera’s Natural tan + skin to make some grey-scale dark-skinned sims. They look great in CAS. However when out of CAS, I can literally see none of the details I’ve worked so hard on. What is going on?!? Is this game lighting issue or a skin issue? I’m thinking maybe this skin has too low of a contrast.

Ello Nonny! First of all I want to say thank you for following this Trash Sims Blog of mine lol 💕 Finding grey-scale dark skin is really hard and its easier to just lower the color saturation in GIMP/PS. Coming out of CAS, you have to make sure dark skin has a decent enough lighting because EA sucks at lighting dark things in The Sims games. It also helps to have your detail settings on high and have an HQ mod. Second, Sorry this took so long to answer. I ended up being rather busy the past few days but this post you made has just inspired me to do something of a general WCIF for Black Sims CAS CC basics (stuff that isn’t just hair). Specifically for Dark Skinned sims because its hard to find and I get a lot of questions about it. So without further ado:

Kosmo’s Genereal CC for Making Dark Skinned Sims:

First is Skins. Skins are usually what help shape and make a sim. That definitely is true for dark skinned sims. These are some of the skins that get dark and keep their detail or are made specifically to work for dark skinned sims that I keep in my game.


Next up is makeup that I think helps when making dark-skinned or just ethnic sims in general since Black people have the widest variety of facial features. Things like Nose masks can help give your sim’s nose new shape if sliders aren’t cooperating with you. And face highlighters are essential when it comes to dark skinned sims because without them, their face lack the natural looking shines and reflections that appear on them in real life. They’ll look flat and monotone in color which is just plain weird honestly. I also listed my favorite lipsticks that can get dark enough to match dark skinned sims.


A Few Slider Suggestions ^_^ I HIGHLY SUGGEST just going through OneEuroMutt’s Sliders in general. They have a lot of them and they’re very useful for sim making diversity


I hope this helps you guys some and I might add on to the list as I’m constantly discovering better ways to create and tweak my sims lol 💕 Sorry for any typos, I’ll fix them as I see them.

Mad: Part 3

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 

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“One time when I was in 6th grade I was getting ready for school in the morning. I remember getting breakfast and sitting down at the kitchen table. I heard footsteps going down to the basement. At first I thought it was my dad because usually he would wake up to me going downstairs. But I heard my dad’s loud snoring from the bedroom. So I go to the basement and investigate. Fom the corner of my eye I saw someone walking towards the door that led to the garage. As soon as I turned to the door I heard someone moving. So I called out my dads name just to make sure if it was him but he didn’t reply. 

So I walked in the garage and I saw what looked like a man was a top hat. But the weird thing was it was a figure all in black like a shadow. There was nothing that described his facial features or what ethnicity he was but he was just all black not to be confused with a black person. So I ran back upstairs and went to my parents room. I found my dad in the room and told him to wake up because I saw someone in the garage. He got his baseball bat and we both ran charging into the garage but no one was there. To this day I have no idea what I saw exactly but I remember researching and finding out that other people had seen something similar to what I saw. They call them shadow people.”

By: DrunkenArsenal (What is the creepiest, scariest, strangest unexplained experience/ story you’ve had, heard or know?)

Hive [2 / 2]

Warnings for mind control (sort…of), body horror (it gets serious this chapter), and slight gore/animal death (don’t worry, it’s still not the pig). Thanks to @seiya234 and @dubsdeedubs for their services as beta readers and guinea pigs!

Suggested listening for this chapter: "Spread Your Love" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

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When Mabel wakes up, Dipper is gone.

That’s the first thought she has, and it’s the one that sticks, even after she wakes all the way up. There’s this - hollow place where he ought to be, like the hole left behind by a lost tooth, wrong and weird and empty. It takes her only a moment to realise that if there’s a hole, then there must be something to make a hole in.

She looks up, pushing herself up out of bed, and her Grunkle Ford meets her smile with one of his own.

“Good morning!” he says. “Welcome to the hive.”

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